Day 4: Hospital Corners

 After passing out way too early the night before, I woke up this morning at around 4am, and after fruitlessly trying to get back to sleep, decided to try my hand at some timelapse photography at sunrise.

 I then decided to try my luck logging onto myGov, and quickly fell into a rabbit hole of forgotten passwords, overly specific login criteria and general frustration trying to get onto the Centrelink website. The irony of this godawful system that has been imposed upon anyone who doesn't want to spend hours on hold anytime they have a query with any government department (I did end up needing to call to get my log on details), is that once past the Senile Gatekeeper that is myGov, the Centrelink site; which redirects back onto a Services Australia domain, was quite simple and easy to use, once I was able to get access to it. I wish someone would tell governments that making their sites absurb and difficult to log in to is not the same as security.

Pastries are the ideal breakfast for pacing around on hold to medicare by the way.

Another morning "workout" reminded me just how poor my upper body strength is, consisting more of me lying on the floor thinking about push ups and sit ups than actually doing any. Today was also linen day, so after some um-ing and arr-ing over how best to balance grossness and laziness, I decided to go with the least gross, least lazy option (shocking, I know) and strip the bed. To my mild surprise I discovered what I'm going to dub a "doona sandwich" instead of the classic doona cover, fitted sheet combo I was hoping for.

I packed all of my linen and towels into a rubbish bag and left them outside my door, where they magically transformed into a fresh pack, as well as a goodie bag of extra coffee, tea, sugar, bog roll, tissues and soap. I don't know if anyone else is having a very different experience to me in their rooms, but I had a moment upon opening this bag, where I reconsidered my entire life's worth of bodily functions and wondered if there was something wrong with me. Was I supposed to have used 3 rolls of toilet paper already? Is 2 cups of coffee and 4 cups of tea actually the recommended healthy intake and I was falling behind? Am I not washing well enough, because I haven't used 3 bars of soap in 4 days?

After lunch and some self affirmations that, yes, I am in fact a regularly functioning human being, I got stuck into making the bed...

Another strange combo of roast beef sanga and tuna wrap today. Hope ya like carbs! 

And realised that I have no idea how to make a bed like this. Overconfident as ever, I set about attempting hospital corners, only to realise that I'd completely forgotten how they actually work, and retreated to Youtube for a helping hand. It is here that I discovered that Curtis Stone has become a bumbling sidekick on American day time TV (how the mighty do fall), but the poor guy trying not to yell at him does quite a good job of explaining the process, albeit through clenched teeth:

Acutely aware of the fact that at least 130 of the guest in this hotel are very capable of this task with their eyes closed (I learnt and promptly forgot how to make a bed properly in the RAAF cadets a lifetime ago), I, like old mate Curtis, bumbled my way through tucking 4 different sheets on top of each other and around a doona, and ended up with a pretty satisfactory result. 

So fresh, so clean. Notice the lack of photographs of any of the corners though...

Some readin' and writin' passed the rest of the day before dinner - another suprising choice from the kitchen of Spaghetti Marinara. Yet another dish that, while quite tasty, I would not be surprised to hear if it prompted quite a few Uber Eats orders to have been placed.

A real plate once in a while  can go a long way

Jet lag's grasp is slowly loosening on my sleeping patterns, but not being able to sit down to watch any movies or TV after 7pm without falling asleep forced me to turn my attention back to my oft-neglected Steam library, in search of long forgotten games that a) my elderly laptop can run and b) I don't need a mouse to play. I settled on Peggle (don't knock it, it's quite fun!) and while away a couple of hours before the Sandman caught up with me.